Well, this is chapter 4! I dont know what I'm gonna do after this. Hope you enjoy!

Kevin ShookChapter 4: Odd

The orange glow of the rising sun stripes the white room through the Venetian window blinds. The hard wood floor is covered with a sticky liquid leaking from a television that once sat proudly perched upon the wall. The whole room is slanting in the direction of the window. In the middle of the room sits a queen sized bed with eggplant purple sheets below the man sprawled out across it. The man lays there awake, staring at the ceiling fan, apparently lost in thought. His bare chest rising and falling slowly. The floor below him creaks loudly. He doesn't care, he continues to think. In some cases when people have experienced something extremely traumatic, they think about things that they had never needed to think about before, play their lives back. This is one of those cases.

What was I trying to prove? All those different girls throughout middle and high school? Was I trying to convince myself that I wasn't? I don't know why I didn't figure it out until college. I had never been with anyone longer than a week. The only girl I lasted the longest with was Sissi. I had lasted six months with her. She was the only one that let me in her bed. Maybe it was-

The floor creaked once more and a bit of plaster fell from the ceiling, interrupting his train of thought.

I know I should get out of here. It's unsafe.

But the sad truth was that the building he was in now was probably the most stable building around for a few blocks. The first floor of the building had collapsed during the flood. Now the second and third floors tilt toward the street. A crack was forming under the base of the window. He didn't care. He was too depressed to care. Odd and Mark would no longer be one. The man he had dedicated four years of his life to was gone. Sitting in a Volkswagen at the bottom of the flooded street. A tear rolled down his face as he looked over at the clock sitting on the side table next to his bed. The power was out, but he didn't even notice. He stared into the blank display of the clock. 'This was Mark's side of the bed' was the only thought that came to his mind. He couldn't think of anything else. His boyfriend was taken away from him; he didn't want to think of anything else. The floor below him gave a violent lurch. Death was coming soon, but not soon enough.

Odd sat up, sweat was running down his well formed torso. His ear length blonde hair with shaggy purple ends was covering his face. He stands up; the only piece of clothing he is wearing is a pair of lavender boxer-briefs, which shows most of his fit physique. Odd carefully walks up the slant leading to the bedroom door. He slowly walks across the main living area of his spacious apartment; carefully stepping on the floor so as not to upset the balance of the building. The second story below him creaked once more. The building has yet to collapse, but it seemed to be making very persuasive threats to do so. He heard a family below scream in fear. Odd walks into a marble tiled kitchen with pure white walls and not a speck of dirt anywhere. He stops in front of a stainless steel toaster oven and looks down. He stares at the chrome metallic handle of the drawer. He slowly pulls the drawer open. In the drawer were many knifes. The same knifes that Mark had used in his profession as a chef. Odd picked up a rather large stainless steel with a black plastic handle. "It's the only way" he said under his breath. He flexed his arm and placed the knife firmly at his left wrist. He slowly began to press down on the vein. He pressed harder, almost enough to break the skin so that the blood could flow fresh from the wound soiling the clean walls of the kitchen. Before he could press hard enough to break the skin, three words called from out of nowhere. "You've got mail!" Now confused, Odd looked up from his suicide attempt and set the knife on the marble countertop. "It can't be." Odd said with a confused look on his face. "The power is out!"

Those three words rang throughout the apartment once more. Odd flipped the light switch on the wall above the toaster oven. The fluorescent light on the ceiling flickered a few times catching and shining brightly. "But the first floor collapsed! That should have cut the current for the whole building!" Odd was now more confused then ever while yelling at the empty apartment. Of course leave it to Odd to move into an apartment and not know about the extra features he was paying for. Each floor was powered by its own individual current so that the whole building wouldn't go out if there was a fire or someone was doing construction. He walked over to the laptop sitting on an eggplant purple sofa that was plugged into an outlet on the wall. He stared at the screen in amazement. There was no Eye of XANA or anything weird. The screen showed a blinking box in the corner of the screen. He had received an Email from Aelita. He read the Email. He began typing back to her in response.

Alright. I need to know what you people, the readers, think. Please review! I gotta know how it was from someone elses opinion!